And at the end, someone began to sing
We all joined in, in hopes that
it would bring you to your rest
and help you start anew
words cannot explain what was happening

It just felt like we ought to sing you through
it mattered not the lyric content or the tune
just that we gather round
flights of angels on the ground
take your step, your final bow
we'll sing you through

We gather here, all around
your flights of angels on the ground
make your step, your final bow
we're here to sing you through